There’s something pretty special about getting together with your girl tribe later in life. Similar ages, different stories, shared experiences — and plenty of laughter along the way. Four of us spent the weekend together. Two of us only recently discovered our ADHD, and somehow that became part of some very honest conversations about this stage of life. There were tears from sharing the loss, the grief, the WHAT IF'S and then there was LOTS of laughter - sharing the bizarre, inpulsive, creative and spontaneous experiences we had had. And I came home feeling very grateful for new friendships. We were all away form our home town, visiting Welliwood (Wellington NZ) attending the NZ World of Wearable Arts, so my spectacularly attention-stimulated brain was having an absolute field day — lights, colour, texture, movement, smells… sensory heaven! But there was another little reminder for me this weekend. For 35 years, I’ve had a dream of putting an entry into the World of Wearable Arts. Every time I go, that dream gets reignited. And every year I look at the incredible technical skill and production that goes into these pieces and think… Can I actually do this? Then along comes the 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗺. And the 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴. And that little voice asking whether I’m really good enough to even have a crack. But you know what? That burning desire hasn't disappeared in 35 years. So I think I’m going to have to dig a little deeper and see what happens when I stop letting the fear factor make the decision for me. Maybe it’s time to have a go. And maybe that’s another reason I’m so grateful for this community. Twelve months ago, I was still figuring out this spectacularly attention-stimulated brain of mine. Now I’m starting to wonder what might happen if I actually celebrate it — and let it create. After 12 months of learning about my own wonderfully bonkers brain, I’m becoming much more appreciative of it — and much less interested in trying to make it behave like someone else’s.